Came o'er these men possessed;
One fled—the other, falling down
In worship, sore distressed,
Cried: "What have I to do with Thee,
Jesus, Thou Son of God?
Torment me not, nor banish me
To my most drear abode."
Then Jesus said: "Come out of him,
Thou unclean spirit, vile,
And let thy presence ne'er again